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Flight

I was walking through London when I got the call.

Seems H is bored and fed up of the cold in Stockholm and has as much of an itch to travel as I do. We’ve been trying to workout where to go, restricted as she is by available SAS airmiles and a general lack of days off. Leaving things to the last minute before Easter doesn’t help either.

After considering Istanbul, Budapest, Paris and Milan we’re off to Amsterdam. I’d prefer a little more sun but some different sights and tastes will be good for us both.

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